What makes the engine go? Desire, desire, desire.
Wit makes its own welcome, and levels all distinctions. No dignity, no learning, no force of character, can make any stand against good wit.
Hope is tomorrow's veneer over today's disappointment.
One's destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.
Sorrow was like the wind. It came in gusts.
In an industrial society which confuses work and productivity, the necessity of producing has always been an enemy of the desire to create.
He attacked everything in life with a mix of extrordinary genius and naive incompetence, and it was often difficult to tell which was which.